You’re not having a heart attack, are you?”“Don’t be silly; I’m fine!” I stressed, feeling very far from fine as Daniel began to pump faster sensing he was leading me to an imminent climax. I succeeded in assuring Barnaby there was nothing to worry about, that I’d get his kit ironed and off in the post to him without delay and gave him what probably seemed to him to be an unwarranted overly-spontaneous burst of affection as I came copiously in Daniel’s fist. . . Gay sex Where? . A look that brooked no argument. Had they had sex together, I enquired and was told they had played a few rounds but really both were looking for the same thing. Your rugby kit? I’m straight,” I countered.“And tell me, how many straight men do you know who will sit stark naked on a couch next to a man, of whom they have doubt as to his sexual leanings, and be milked by him until they come?” Daniel asked quite forcefully, a scornful smirk upon his lips.So, you’re saying, because of that, I’m gay?” I queried.“An ‘in the closet’ gay, shall we say?”“And what exactly does that mean?”“Well, perhaps you just help us out when we’re busy,” he said with a shrug and a smile.I
